Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 73: Putting away the sword, going to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion

Han Muye had just reached the entrance of the Sword Pavilion when a voice sounded from the stone steps in front of him.

“Hey, are you new?”

“Where’s Huang Six?”

“Dead? Probably.”

Han Muye looked down. A middle-aged man in his forties with a goatee and a gray brocade robe was standing there. His face was losing patience.

“Don’t worry, even if you die, Brother Six won’t die,” Han Muye said calmly.

The middle-aged man was stunned. He glared and shouted, “Are the new Sword Caretakers so unruly now?”

Han Muye nodded and shouted, “Elder Gao, this person said that you didn’t teach the new Sword Caretaker the rules.”

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The sun was shining brightly.

There was slight breeze and it was warm.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe standing at the bottom of the nine stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion was sweating profusely.

He stared and shivered all over.

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Ten breaths later, he slumped to the ground.

“A small punishment and a huge warning to you. If you are disrespectful to the Sword Pavilion, let Cao Anchun deliver the sword personally.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice was light and ethereal, as if it was far above the clouds.

Lin Shen and Lu Gao, who were standing at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, looked at each other.

With a joke from Han Muye, the Sword Pavilion Elder really attacked!

How protective must he be?

Also, Han Muye must be quite important to the elders of the Sword Pavilion!

“Cao Pei knows his mistake. Thank you for not killing me, Elder.” The middle-aged man struggled to his feet and bowed to the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion elder did not respond.

Han Muye looked at the linen-clothed youths holding the wooden box behind Cao Pei and said, “Bring me the sword.”

Cao Pei quickly turned around. “Quick, quick, didn’t you hear what this senior brother said?”

A Cao family disciple walked forward with a sword and stood at the foot of the stone steps. Cao Pei reached out to open the wooden box and carefully held out the sword in the red silk cloth.

“Senior Brother, please verify it,” Cao Pei said softly as he brought it to Han Muye.

He quietly looked up at Han Muye.

He had been delivering swords to the Sword Pavilion for almost 20 years and had come into contact with countless Sword Caretakers.

He would hardly see any of these Sword Caretakers again. In recent years, Huang Six had been the one he most frequently dealt with.

Every time a sword was sent over, be it Huang Six or the other Sword Caretakers, they would receive it politely.

Cao Pei had never thought that he would be made difficult by the Sword Caretaker.

If it was just making things difficult for him, he would treat it as the new Sword Caretaker being rash and not knowing the rules.

However, the Sword Pavilion Elder actually stood up for this new Sword Caretaker.

Looking at the indifferent Han Muye, Cao Pei suddenly remembered what the patriarch had said.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker was not considered anything, but an official disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect Sword Pavilion could not be offended.

Because that was the next Sword Pavilion Elder!

Could this be the next Sword Pavilion Elder?

Thinking of this, Cao Pei’s heart skipped a beat. He retracted his palm that was holding the sword into his sleeve. When he stretched out his hand again, there were already two sparkling spiritual rocks in his palm.

There were two medium-grade spiritual rocks.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on the spiritual rock and he extended his hand.

He grabbed the sword.

“Brother Lu, take it.”

Han Muye spoke calmly.

Lu Gao walked forward and put away the spiritual rocks in Cao Pei’s hand.

He no longer doubted Han Muye’s words.

He was sure that whoever came to the Sword Pavilion would be scammed by Han Muye.

Lin Shen’s lips twitched.

Cao Pei heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he was still willing to accept the spiritual rocks. He was not that cold after all.

Looking at the sword in Han Muye’s hand, Cao Pei said, “Senior Brother, this sword is called the Three Suns. It was refined with iron that has been tempered several times and polished with peace.”

“This sword…”

Before he could finish his introduction, Han Muye pulled out the sword with a clang, then gently pointed the blade diagonally and slowly turned it.

“The sword is three feet long and one inch long. It weighs 12.5 kilograms and is one inch wide. The blood groove is half an inch deep. It is made of rock-element iron and tempered with five flames.”

Han Muye’s words made Cao Pei’s eyes widen.

“This sword is mixed with a trace of Three Suns gold. The Water of the Moyang Spring was used during the tempering and the Golden Sun Stone was used to polish it at the end. It makes sense for it to be named Three Suns.”

Han Muye slowly raised the sword and examined it carefully.

Cao Pei’s lips trembled as he muttered, “Yes… yes… that’s right…”

“Clang—”

He sheathed the sword.

Han Muye threw the sword back into the wooden box and said indifferently, “It looks like a good sword that has been tempered thousands of times. The three Yang-attribute powers are accumulated, and there’s no ice power to neutralize it. Are you afraid that this sword won’t break quickly enough?”

Cao Pei’s face turned red. He opened his mouth to speak, but Han Muye had already pointed at the second sword.

The Cao family disciple holding the sword brought the wooden box forward and opened it.

A long bronze sword lay among them, with green and gray silk underneath.

Before Cao Pei could introduce, Han Muye had already reached for the sword.

“Clang—”

When the sword was unsheathed, the light was cold.

“Distant? This sword is not bad. It’s made of light and shadow stone. It’s three feet long and can penetrate metal.”

Waving the sword gently, Han Muye put it back into the wooden box.

Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Muye reached for another sword.

“There’s too much Wind Spiritual Iron inside. Unfortunately, such a good semi-spiritual artifact has been refined into an ordinary mortal artifact.”

“Too much pleated steel has been used in tempering. This sword has become trash.”

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The sweat on Cao Pei’s forehead began to roll down again.

“Frosted ice and 70% steel? The forging method of three layers of the Abyss? This sword is good enough to be stored on the second floor.” Han Muye held a three-foot sword, his eyes shining.

“Ice Break? The name isn’t bad either. Unfortunately, when it was refined, the forging technique seemed to be a little lacking.”

Han Muye gently sheathed the sword and turned to look at Cao Pei.

“This sword seems to have been made by a female swordsmith?”

Cao Pei’s face was filled with reverence. He stretched out his thumb and gestured. “Senior Brother, you’re amazing. This sword was personally forged by Miss Cao.”

“The patriarch said that Miss Sun’s Ice Break is a masterpiece.”

Han Muye nodded.

Just now, he had already seen the appearance of the person who forged this sword through the images in his mind.

She was indeed a young girl with good forging talent.

Han Muye eventually took in 15 of the 21 swords.

As far as he was concerned, the remaining six were too problematic to be accepted into the Sword Pavilion.

“Um, Senior Brother, please make an exception.” Cao Pei had a bitter expression as three spiritual lights flashed in his palm.

“I’ve been doing this job for nearly 20 years, and I’ve never brought a sword back.”

“These swords have defect, but they can still be used…”

Hearing his words, Han Muye’s expression changed. “Shouldn’t it not be used if they have defects?”

He pointed at the Sword Pavilion behind him and said coldly, “Every sword here has to be handed over to the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

“This sword is going to accompany them to cultivate and battle.”

“If the sword has defects, it might cost them their lives.”

“Do you think these mere spiritual rocks can buy their lives back?”

Cao Pei froze and opened his mouth. In the end, he cupped his hands in shame and turned to leave.

He did not know how to face his clansmen when he returned.

Han Muye sorted out the swords that were recorded down, then carried the sword Ice Break with both hands to the stairs.

“I’ve collected a top-notch semi-spiritual weapon. It has the right to be sent to the second level of the Sword Pavilion.”

Han Muye held the sword and bowed.

A moment later, there was a faint response from upstairs. contemporary romance

“Send it up.”

Han Muye bowed slightly and walked up to the second floor with the sword.

Finally, there was another chance to enter the second floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Han Muye lowered his head, his eyes glowing bright.

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